Cute Small Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.

"They stopped suddenly, too, as if he thought we were a...lost cause." Tristan's gaze met hers. "Was there anything else you can recall about the man tonight?" She went to shake her head, but then something flickered to mind. "He had a tattoo on his left pec, over his heart. It was about three inches long." She straightened, making Brady shift his hand to her hip. "I need something to draw on." Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen.

“But I don’t understand, Cassian doesn’t even have the tattoo. I would’ve seen it.” Without a word, Sterling unlocked his phone and handed it to me. On the screen was a picture of Cassian, shirtless, seated on a leather chair. The image zoomed in to his bare feet. Beneath them were twin tattoos: black spiders coiled in intricate patterns, the mark of the Pale Crest. Sterling swiped to another image. The back of Cassian’s head, shaved shorter than usual, revealed a faint, concealed symbol hidden beneath the hairline. My heart stuttered. I realized I’ve never seen his feet. He was always in socks, always careful, always controlled.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

Even through the sound proofing of his room! I licked the wound and it slowly turned into a small crescent moon image. Almost as if I had tattooed it onto his skin. I literally jumped off him and the bed and rushed to the mirror to see what my mark looked like. My fingers softly stroked the small stars that were formed just above my collarbone. Two small stars had formed right where his teeth punctured my skin, and I loved it!

he smirks. “I had a good teacher” I said against his skin, kissing the crook of his neck. I release my hand that was in his hair and start buttoning his shirt clumsily. I pressed my hand flat over his hard chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart while kissing from his shoulder over to his chest. I spotted a small Italic tattoo right under his breastbone, and my eyes widened in surprise. Nathan with a tattoo is unbelievable. I trail my index finger over the words that were written in a language that I did not understand.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.